Thursday, March 8, 2012
Mary and I were more than sisters, we were friends. We grew up together, we were the closest of our sisters and brothers, and always shared a bedroom together. She told Bruce when we got married, that I somehow became a neat freak, that when we shared a room, I was a slob…cause I used to crawl into bed and always threw my socks on the floor… And she would say… Pick them up…I would just laugh, I never did…but she would get up and pick them up… But, it was ok for her to --- and she and I talked about this often, she would lay there in her bed and say goodnight Cath…and then make this squeeeckie noise…and go here come the earwigs… eeeeee… Just to irritate me! But…that's what made her special…. Then….we moved to Upstate NY….wow….we weren't staying, no way! Where did mom move us to now? But, it all worked for the best. While in High School, Mary and I had many good memories. We both worked at McDonald's in Washington Mills. Mary and I both worked the Opening Shift. Me, being the young party gal, went out at night, while Mary stayed home and studied… so, naturally I wasn't as awake as she was…so, I kinda stayed in the break room a lot…she used to yell at me to get up front a lot… but we had fun working together, and we always talked about how the kids today working at McDonald's couldn't take your order or make change if it didn't have a little picture on the cash register… We had to write it down and actually make change in our head….and we knew why they gave us that penny! When she was visiting last month, we went to McDonald's for a cup of Coffee, and we asked the girl for a little ice for her coffee, and the girl was so confused…. Mary and I agreed, there was no picture for "a little ice" Also, in High School, I took Art as my major. One of my classes was Pottery. Mary would be passing me by in the hallway and she would notice I was wearing one of her sweaters, and she would say, is that my sweater? You better not get clay on it! Well of course I did! Oh she would get so mad at me…. Mary didn't do the Internet. Didn't do Emails. She did Old Fashioned Letters. She wrote the most beautiful letters, which I called "books", and I have every single one she every wrote to me. Mary wrote from her heart, and as you read her letters, you could HEAR her speaking to you. Her genuine words, meant only for you. And, she knew her Bible. In all of my letters, she would always quote the Bible and where it came from in parenthesis, and then apologize for preaching? I would call her after reading the letter, and tell her, she need not apologize, I love her letters. Then when I would write her back, I would cheat… and write big and double space and say, I tried Mare….9 pages …that's all I can do! She was planning on getting "online" once she returned to NY. While she was at my house, I had showed how to shop online, at Kohls. She liked it! This would have been dangerous. She loved to shop. So, shop we did, our last vacation together. We Laughed, We Shopped, We Talked, We Ate, We Cried, We had Fun! Thank You Mary, for being You!